Would you notice if I ceased my daily, nightly escapades? I am about to retire, it might just be goodnight from errant satiety.
Her deep rumbling love sound and expressive tail wrap around me as I release the days meandering fragments to the dark matter woven through our universal fabric. They will return winging softly, or whisper insistent inspiration in the ears of those who listen; if they don’t burn up on re-entry to this temporary home. But for now, my familiar on guard, I dream.